"Reprove" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... and Judah. But David did a very wicked thing. He took the wife of Uriah the Hittite for his wife, and caused Uriah to be slain. God was displeased at what he had done, and sent Nathan the prophet to reprove him. ...
— Mother Stories from the Old Testament • Anonymous
... says, be to fly in the face of the advice of his 'Master,' Horace; "it would be indeed struere dotnos immemor sepulchri." And, he adds, those who know him will hardly be so deceived "by that Chearfulness which was always natural to me; and which, I thank God, my Conscience doth not reprove me for, to imagine that I am not sensible of my declining Constitution." The concluding words of this, Fielding's last legislative effort, betray a like calm assurance that his day's work was drawing to its close. He has now, he tells us, "no farther Design than ...
— Henry Fielding: A Memoir • G. M. Godden
... failings and extravagances of his age, and applies his lash unsparingly even to the dreaded Hydra of popery and monasticism, to combat which the Hercules of Wittenberg had not yet kindled his firebrands. But the poet's object was not merely to reprove and to animadvert; he instructs also, and shows the fools the way to the land of wisdom; and so far is he from assuming the arrogant air of the commonplace moralist, that he reckons himself among the number of fools. The style of the poem is lively, bold, and simple, and ...
— The Ship of Fools, Volume 1 • Sebastian Brandt
... She began to fear that Ruth was a difficult child; and that perhaps she did not know the right way to deal with little girls. But she did not reprove Ruth either for her rash act or for speaking with so little regard ...
— A Little Maid of Old Philadelphia • Alice Turner Curtis
... good or for evil, I know not. Alone This I know; we are parting. I wish'd to say more, But no matter! 'twill pass. All between us is o'er. Forget the wild words of to-night. 'Twas the pain For long years hoarded up, that rush'd from me again. I was unjust: forgive me. Spare now to reprove Other words, other deeds. It was madness, not love, That you thwarted this night. What is done is now done. Death remains to avenge it, or life to atone. I was madden'd, delirious! I saw you return To him—not to me; and I felt my heart burn With a fierce thirst for vengeance—and thus... ...
— Lucile • Owen Meredith
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